Grains of sand slipped from her hands
Her life had gone by as easily
Nothing gained, much lost
Not really anything worth remembering.
One more soul had passed through life
Eat, drink, sleep, cry, rarely a smile
No path to follow, no goal to achieve
Wandering along, lost totally.
Why she was born, she wondered at times
Finding no answer, she’d brush it aside
The right to query, ponder and discover
Is not the right of many she’d learnt.
The soft breeze caressed her face
Her tangled hair covering her eyes
Through the gaps she gazed at the sea
One vast, silvery, glimmering stretch.
The sun slipped below the horizon
Her life had ebbed away as silently
She would leave behind not a mark
That she’d ever lived wouldn’t make history.
What romance the poets found in nature
It made little sense to her
Everywhere she looked all she found was sorrow
Even nature was in pain, not just she alone.
The water disappeared into the sand
Her life had gone by as easily
Nothing gained, much lost
Not really anything worth remembering.
- Rukma
2 comments:
Very good post, Rukma. Keep it up.
As I read through, I pictured a young and promising girl in her early twenty's with beautiful hair, standing on the beach, orange sky, dusk soon approaching, though faster than she would want it to; yet a certain satisfaction in that particular but familiar feeling that bewitched her at that moment. Almost before the quickly vanishing sunset, she looked through the gaps of "...tangled hair covering her eyes" at the sea and felt more than a slight desire to cry but found it pointless to do so, as her throat seemed parched and tears felt dry.
Thank you Rukma.
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